Wanhua stood alone atop a cliff, his gaze piercing through the vast misty waves of the East Sea and the lingering blood-red afterglow in the Nine Heavens, settling upon the solitary figure walking along the Shore of the East Sea.
She was a peerlessly graceful goddess, clad in an ancient court dress, with the Dao aura of creation and vitality flowing around her. She was the Demon Race's Empress Wa, and also an Innate Divine Being—Nuwa.
At this moment, an indelible trace of worry and confusion rested between her brows. Her steps were slow and light as she walked between the wave-washed beach and reefs.
At times, she gazed at the Earth, Water, Fire, Wind evolving in her palm; at others, she looked up at the flickering stars of the heavens, as though seeking some flash of inspiration hidden in the unseen, yet never finding the door to enter.
The earth-shaking sight of Dao Ancestor Hongjun reversing time and space to forcibly halt the Witches and Demons' death match, along with the terrifying Calamity force stirred by the Blood-Colored Poetry Ring that had nearly brought mutual destruction upon both races, had undoubtedly struck Nuwa deeply.
As one of the Demon Race's foremost Great Powers, she and her elder brother Fuxi had not directly participated in the Heavenly Court's core decisions. Yet their bloodlines were linked, their fortunes intertwined—how could she remain unmoved when she witnessed the Demon Race nearly fall into eternal damnation?
What stirred her Dao Heart even more was the Heavenly Dao's—Hongjun's—unquestionable intervention, as well as Wanhua's methods, which seemed like an "unorthodox path" yet were capable of prying open the tide of the age.
It drove her into deeper thought than ever before about the Dao of Creation she cultivated and the future evolution of the Primordial